Title: The Bet
Author: Guyana Rose
Rating: M
Pairing: Santana Lopez & Quinn Fabray
Word Count: 838
Summary: "I just don't think a woman can please me like that Santana." "I bet you a hundred dollars that I can." Quinntana Week, Day 7: Free Day.
A/N: Warning: May cause unwanted moisture build up or hardening of body parts ;)
Prompt: Quinntana Week, Day 7: Free Day
Disclaimer: I own only the story itself. Glee belongs to R.I.B.

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"We're … mmmm … mmm … friends," she finally managed to finish the sentence.

"That just makes it better," Santana smiled and kissed the blonde again; getting less and less resistance.

"I don't … mmmm … I really … mmmm … don't think we should oohhhh…"

Whatever protest Quinn was about to put forth fell dead on her lips as Santana's hand slipped into the top of her shirt and cupped her bare breast.

Chapter 2

Quinn's body heat was continually rising. Every time Santana kissed her she felt ripples through her whole body. In her mind she went back and forth fighting with herself. She would probably never admit it out loud, but she had fantasized many a night visualizing Santana's tongue between her thighs instead of her own hand.

But this. Could. Not. Happen.

What if one of their friends found out? What if her father found out?

What if…

What if…

Quinn was starting to have trouble keeping her thoughts together. Because; what if she really fucking liked the feeling of Santana's lips on her neck as she squeezed her breast.

Wait no!

"San … mmm … San."

"I think I like you saying my name like that," Santana whispered against her neck.

"No San … fuck … mmm…"

Quinn's inner battle raged on. On one hand, she couldn't let go of her upbringing; this wasn't supposed to be happening. On the other hand, she's had a secret crush on Santana for as far back as she could remember.

"S-S-Santana look … if I were to do … oh God … if I were to do this with any girl … it would definitely be you but…"

Quinn didn't get to finish talking because Santana cut her off with a kiss. When she pulled away she took in Quinn's flushed color and the rise and fall of her chest; which brought her eyes to Quinn's exposed breast.

"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted you?" Santana asked as she leaned forward and claimed Quinn's nipple between her lips.

Quinn felt powerless to control her body as her head fell back and she arched into Santana's hot mouth. She barely recognized her voice when she moaned.

"Oohhh Gooddd."

"Santana will do," the raven-haired girl couldn't help but giggle softly against soft skin.

When Quinn finally got a hold of herself she pushed Santana back again.

"S-stop doing that."

Santana looked at her with her trademark smirk on her face and placed a hand over Quinn's eyes; gently pressing her head back as she reclaimed the rosy nipple. She smiled inwardly when Quinn didn't put up a fight. She took her time thoroughly sucking on the hardened nipple before releasing it with a small pop.

"Now, was that so bad?" She asked as she smiled at Quinn.

No, actually it was really fucking good; was the first thing that went through Quinn's mind but she stayed silent and tried to catch her breath.

"You're absolutely crazy Santana."

"Crazy about you."

Quinn didn't respond. Santana claimed her lips again, this time sliding her tongue into the blonde's mouth; exploring with purpose. She slid her hand all the way down Quinn's body, under her skirt and cupped her sex.

"Oh … mmm … wait wait wait."

She grabbed Santana's hand and moved it away.

"What the hell am I doing?" She was speaking more to herself than to Santana, but Santana answered anyway.

"You're enjoying yourself; just like every grown ass sexy woman has the right to do."

Santana slid off of Quinn's lap and knelt on the floor.

"This is really not what I expected," Quinn said as she sat up.

For a moment Quinn is happy for the space between their bodies; until Santana pressed her way between her legs. For a split second an alarm in her head went off; but she ignored it and allowed Santana to push her back down and kiss her. The angle caused her legs to rise up and she felt a new sensation; Santana's tight abs rubbing against her clit.

"Mmmm … ahh … ahh."

Santana reached down and pulled Quinn's legs up so they were partially wrapped around her waist. The skirt Quinn was wearing had ridden up. Santana took full advantage and began to caress Quinn's ass and inner thighs; gingerly ghosting over the edges of the wet material of the blonde's silk panties.

To be continued…